Abacuc Nov 24, 2014

Abacuc lives in a railway house, with a garden circumscribed by the train tracks. He doesn’t speak a word, but distant voices can be heard from the phone. He spends his days walking around the cemetery, the only comforting place that seems to shelter him from the city. The man wanders among the tombstones corroded by time, seeking long forgotten names that bring him back to a time forever gone. He’s “the last man,” maybe a survivor.